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Word Challenge, Early Life Challenges

Word challenge, early life challenges I now look back at the insanity of going to an all girls school where in reality the christian sister's teachings reflected a harsh brutality of a group of women, dressed in black, carrying votive candles of tempers filled with volcanity and fatality. I mourn those past days, where my mentality took profanity from their voices and urbanity masking their calling, as they flogged me for my sins with belts and paddles striking my soul to the core, my vitality. I may have morality sinned. Yes.Yes, I do concede my inanity at scourging the sister's landscape, filled with their mundanity of tenets. Yet the scars in their faces of humanity, scars of pain left on me, where just a sad formality in their eyes and teachings. connie pachecho 1/22/17

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